There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it’s like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges.
Ernest Hemingway
Gerry and his brother head up to the ski hill, I head downstairs to the sanctuary of the woman cave to play with words and blast some rock.
Perfect, all around.
Lucky you—to have time to yourself for wrangling words and blasting rock! I’ll try to do the same!